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  <title>L'Étoile d'Amour et la Mort</title>
  <subtitle>Made from purity &amp; innocences - being erase by sadness.</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>T. de Démo</name>
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  <updated>2012-04-04T05:47:56Z</updated>
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    <title>My overview</title>
    <published>2009-01-22T22:04:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-21T19:28:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So I plan to make this journal completely private. My music side of my life (notice that I don't say career) is starting to become more serious then I realize and I need to protect several things about myself and others around me from my past to present.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those who are important and curious about my life will be able to read when and what I post in the future and of course from the past. No stalkers, sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are a new or friend or a friend that hasnt been added and would like to be part of my journal experience then feel free to add and I'll see about adding you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;Travis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;Posted via &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/cosysoftware_en/" target="_blank"&gt;LiveJournal.app&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>sometimes</title>
    <published>2006-02-02T07:02:09Z</published>
    <updated>2012-04-04T05:47:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Saez - Les Condamnés</lj:music>
    <content type="html">you just know that she should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's not perfect. she's flawed. everyone is. but deep down, she's so clean and so uncouth. she hasn't been dismantled and restructured by someone elses thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could show her what it means to be cared for. cared for in a "i care for you because my heart is making me" sort of way. she's strong and she certainly doesn't need you. but you could show her another aspect of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just want to hold her. she carries the world on her shoulders, and you just want your shoulders to carry her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can never make her understand. if you could, then she wouldn't be so naturally independent. and then you wouldn't feel the way you do about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, you wait for her to realise it by herself and if she never does, there's always dying alone.</content>
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